Things to Come

Not to brag, but I have a very high tolerance for heat. Sure, you can laugh - what do I know about heat, I grew up in Canada. But no friend, for a few months of the year our igloos do melt and we come out of hibernation.

There is suppose to be central AC in my apartment but I have not witnessed it yet. I have also had too much pride to ask anyone how it might work. I feel like there is some obvious red button around here that I have not been looking at which will turn on the mystical cool air and restore my sanity. Today I had what I will refer to as a 'low point' over the heat situation. Ironic, right?

I tried to avoid calling maintenance and thought I could figure it out, so in my feverish state I fiddled with the AC for 10 minutes turning it up and down to see if it would pick up on what I was asking of it. Then I tried to use a pen to push down the temperature indicator because clearly it doesn't understand THAT I WANT IT TO BE 60 degrees!!! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT 60 FAHRENHEIT MEANS, BUT IT SOUNDS A LOT BETTER THAN WHAT I'M FEELING NOW!!!

In retrospect, this appears to be where the breakdown began. I subsequently investigated the radiator. I pulled some wires and even got on the floor and looked under it. At this point, I was lying on the ground, pretty much stuck to it with sweat. I'm sure my eyes were blood shot, my hair was on end and generally you could fry a proverbial egg on me.

I crawled back to the couch and called the front desk. The man was very nice. And I tried to sound very normal. His advice was to turn the knob.

I have some four letter words for this moment.

This year I anticipate many metaphorical thermostat failures. Come July 1st I'll be a medical intern. The bottom of the ladder, the scut monkey, the scared, knowledge-less, panicky little intern. And my plan is to be OPTIMISTIC. To be a happy little intern despite the fact that I may never get a full nights sleep again, for the rest of my life. AND as my brother pointed out I am already on the way there, because I am an idealist who thinks she can post 365 days of intern adventures.

I don't know if I am delirious at this point. But it almost feels like it’s a little bit cooler. Or, maybe it’s the venom from the spider bite I got at some point under the radiator.